On My Way Up...

Somethin` I wrote last February...

On my way up I saw...

Friends become enemies, over bottles of Hennessey
Enemies turn to friends, over bottles of Gin
Then friends become lovers, cause they didn`t use a rubber
Or lovers that hate eachother, cause one met a perfect 10
Then perfect became imperfect, kept to self and felt deserted
Insecure, it made her nervous, now she`s pullin` the pin
Then pens write good byes, suicide notes and cries
Cuz no matter what he tried, she fell in love with his friend
I seen murderers rape and kill, over crooked drug deals
Thinkin` a hundred dollar bill, was worth your next of kin
Then innocent bystanders, catch bullets in front of cameras
When asked why, we would answer: Cuz Jihad is a sin
Then planes fly into towers, guided by a higher power
Sharin` similar traits to ours, it`s all part of the end
Then endings became the start of depression, creatin` art
Painted over a breakin` heart, cause we`re too prideful to bend

On my way up I saw...

Smiles turn into cries, the truth turn into lies
As ears become our eyes, to see the silence within
Then silence turn into pain, as anger re-lit the flame
Knowin` they`re both the same, we still try to pretend
Then daughters without a mother, to tuck `em under the covers
And let her know that they love her, whenever she needs a friend
Then sons without a father, deadbeat or didn`t bother
That made it a lot harder, still they grew into men
Then children give birth to child, before they even learned to smile
Then sit and wait a while, just to do it again
Then people show interest in, this black man in the election
No longer was it a question, cuz Obama will win!
I`ve also seen beautiful things, like freedom and birds sing
Oppurtunity knock AND RING, but I`ll save that for when
Cause really, how does it sound after ugly? Can`t make you proud
So I`m turnin` back around, I`m goin` to talk to him

...And let him know what I see on my way down